Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.